Joestar Curse Novels & Stories

Rogues existed for a purpose. They had been dispatched by someone. I couldn't get the question out of my head, were they sent for her or for me? I had adversaries, and I wouldn't be shocked if they had pursued me. However, the Luna, the most recent acquisition, might have given her the same power to automatically turn people into friends or enemies. Being descended from royalty came with a curse. I gripped the slippery blade in my fingers and gritted my teeth. Another body lunged too close, and its keen edge swiftly went down through it.

I shuddered to think what would happen if the curse took hold with the three of us still fractured. But gazing into Jayden's eyes, I saw a fiery determination that ignited my own resolve. Failure was not an option. For the sake of our future, for the life blossoming within me, we would find a way to shatter this curse. Jayden and I against the world - our love would conquer all. .... Jayden's POV Sleep evaded me once again as I lay restless in bed, the ominous glow of Ella's pendant haunting my thoughts. The pulsating red light was a grave warning - the ancient curse that lingered over us was gaining strength, threatening to consume us in its malevolent grip.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

The memory of the battlefield flashes in my mind as I quickly clutch my chest, glancing down only to see my chest has completely healed. “You can thank Oshmin for that,” Zarseti says, gesturing to Oshmin. I look over at Oshmin to see he is also bathed in radiant light…but it’s deformed. This gorgeous blue is wrapped up in tendrils of black and somehow, I know I’m looking at his curse. “Guess we won’t be needing the Orraikam anymore,” Oshmin says, looking off where a large pile of glittering dust lays in a pile on the ground.

“Do you remember waking up after you’d been bitten by an infected wolf? Again, not once, but two times. And the second time, your infection was worse, and you had broken bones, but you were up the next day like you’d just had a scratch.” He remained quiet. He would be forever grateful that Layla had been able to help Diedre, but he would never do what he knew Diedre was going to ask for. “I told you she’s the key.” “There is no key, Dee.” “She’s the only one who can break the curse. You need to mark her.” He sighed and brought Diedre’s hand to his lips to kiss it. “I was so worried, Dee. I need you to stay alive to help Dylan and Layla with Hope,” he said.

As we entered, I could sense the weight of their past struggles and the determination that fueled their resistance. Alpha Max turned to me, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve. "Amelia, we will train you, guide you, and unravel the depths of your connection to the alpha king. Together, we will harness the power within you and find a way to break the curse. But remember, our time is limited. The next full moon draws near, and with it, the alpha king's transformation."

“You’re… you’re hurting bad, man. That curse—it’s messing you up, huh?” I shake my head, trying to stand, my legs wobbling like a drunk guy’s, the curse clawing inside, hissing you’re nothing, he’s gonna ditch you. But I see Jude’s lips on mine, back in the fortress, all sloppy and desperate, his shadows wrapping me up, his voice mumbling I love you. It shoves the curse back, makes me feel… tougher, somehow. “It’s real,” I say, voice cracking, wiping sweat and dirt off my face with a shaky hand, smearing it worse. “There’s this… this temple in the mortal world. Calix—he’s after some blade. We don’t stop him, it’s… it’s gonna be bad, Jude. Real bad.”

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

I couldn’t. “Accept this offering,” I called, raising my voice over the rumble. “Blood of the market. Prayer of the priest. Love of the Alpha. Bond of the mate. Let it be enough to end what was born from spite!” The blue fire burst into a white flame. The ring lit up, pulsing bright. Then I felt it. The curse. It slid through the air like a living thing, clinging, refusing to release its hold. Gia’s magic pushed back.

ZEPHYRINE's POV. I stood frozen, my mind reeling in shock. "Cursed!" someone shouted, and the word was taken up by others, echoing through the clearing. "She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious?